swear to love heaven

The blue light trembled, shook his head, lowered his eyes, and looked at the hand clasped around his wrist, the slender fingers concealed repressed troubles.The same distress and melancholy loomed in the blue eyes dyed by the night, silently.

"There is no war in the world, the heart of the benevolent. Lemomena, you should know that I will definitely support you."

How can she speak out against a peace negotiation that concerns the peace between the two countries, after witnessing the brutality and bloodshed on the battlefield with her own eyes.Ask yourself, Khaleesi hates fighting with swords and swords, and those aggression and killing in the name of gods.

It's just that the only way to prevent the flames of war from re-igniting is so unexpected, Khaleesi really didn't expect it.

Sacrificing Lemomena's longing for freedom, sacrificing my longing for a simple life with her, fulfilling the longing for peace of thousands of people in the two countries...

This is also worth it.

The grip on the wrist slipped down quietly and got into the fingers, the fingers interlocked, tightened suddenly, Lemomena frowned slightly, his eyes were burning, a pool of bright dark wounds spread in the bottom of the brown eyes, with a lingering I am deeply sorry for going.

The night wind whirled, gently swept away the clouds covering the moonlight, and Yinmang quietly returned to the earth, illuminating the beautiful and sad tears on his face, the blue flickering, the blue moonlight.

Gently exerting force, he pulled the slender body that was obviously suppressing the trembling into his arms, and with a heavy sigh, the arm that controlled the strength slowly tightened.

Lemomenna really felt it, her heart was suddenly hollowed out, powerless and dazed, this strange feeling made her have the urge to take Kalixi away...

Why, they are trapped in the net like this, and they don't even have the right to struggle?

Why……

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"No, go back, go back."

"Why do you want me to go back?" Dissatisfied, raised eyebrows.

Raising her arms, supporting Lemomena's shoulders, trying to push her away, Kalisi shook her head vigorously, and replied: "There is no reason, you can't sleep here."

"Why can't I sleep here?" What is the structure of this little woman's beautiful head, why is she determined not to let her stay overnight, with an anxious expression of avoiding a scourge.

"Because... because," I was at a loss for words for a moment, looked left and right, then frowned, and said, "Because, this is my tent."

"You are all mine, just a tent, do you still have to divide them up?" He said cheekily, with a wanton and frivolous smile, revealing a cynical banter.

A layer of blush crawled up her cheeks, and she pushed her away reluctantly, only to find that she didn't move at all. "Everyone will find it strange that you spend the night here. You are about to become the regent. You can't be so casual and rash."

"Is there such a poor regent like me in the world? Even if you want to sleep, you have to be pointed out. Whoever likes to gossip, let them say, why do you care what those boring people are thinking." The princess's worries are really inexplicable. Eyes and mouths are all on other people's bodies. Is it necessary to mind other people's eyes and comments?

"Lemomenna, be obedient, go back to your own tent, and don't make things difficult for me."

"I... make things difficult for you?" He said lightly and slowly, with a ray of sadness hidden.

"I..." Suddenly, Khaleesi felt powerless and at a loss, as if she had a dispute with a child who was only three years old...couldn't speak clearly, couldn't tell.

Turning around, so fast that Night Breeze was caught off guard, the corners of the black robe burst open, and before a circle of black waves could be put away, the rhythm was disrupted by the rapid departure, leaving a sharp and decisive shadow behind. A pair of surprised and bewildered blue eyes fell behind him.

Biting her lip, she stared anxiously at Lemomena's leaving back. Her stiff and firm figure, as well as the indifference and alienation hidden in this figure, really made Kalixi feel deeply guilty.

After a while, Yi pulled his skirt and chased him out.

There was no way to ignore the dim light that flashed from the corner of Lemomena's eyes when she turned around, like a shooting star across the night sky, full of sad and helpless struggles, and what was left in the end was only unwilling Disappeared.

Stepping on the grass covered with night dew, trotting to catch up, not wanting to disturb others, Kalixi lowered her voice and yelled a few times.

Lemomena, who was walking in front, simply turned a deaf ear and strode straight towards his tent in the face of the cooling evening wind.

She was angry, without the slightest concealment... With her persistent gait, and her silent back, she expressed the repressed anger that belonged to Lemomenas.

"Everyone back down!" With an order, Lemomena's voice was not loud, but it was full of sternness enough to make the guards outside the tent stunned. They nodded neatly and walked away in a row.

Seeing the steady but hasty steps of the guards, Khaleesi sighed helplessly, and the young guard who passed by saluted her.Kalixi smiled gracefully as her delicate face facing the moonlight hid a ray of uneasiness.

Waiting for the back of the last guard to disappear out of the corner of her eyes, Kalixi hurried forward and opened the curtain impatiently, only to see Lemomena sitting at the table, looking down at something, which seemed to be a piece of parchment .

Hesitation is not only the footsteps, but also the mood.

"Come in." Without looking up, the person behind the desk spoke calmly, without any fluctuating tone.

Walking to the table, her fingers twisted the soft skirt, the soft fabric was wrapped around her fingers, and a slight coolness spread in her palm. Kalisi understood what this temperature represented, and it was her embarrassment that she didn't know how to speak .

"I... didn't mean that, don't be angry."

She was still looking at the parchment with the Hittite script written on it. The light yellow halo emitted by the oil lamp on the table was like a piece of golden wind, quietly climbing up to the charming and mysterious green armor on the side of Lemomena's face. The same grace, the same fire color. "Do I need to be angry?"

Slightly stunned, he bit his lips lightly, lowered his head, as the night wind slid across his cheeks, a few strands of hair fluttered leisurely.

Sigh, accompanied by this helpless sigh, Lemomena's hand stretched over the table and gently grasped Khaleesi's hands that were still twisting and torturing her skirt.

The blue eyes flashed lightly, eyes full of apology, the brilliance of lights flickered in a thin layer of mist, and the heartbeat missed half a beat.

The index finger gently scratched the back of the white hand, slowly, meticulously, with a little infatuation, and with the delicate touch of the fingertips that soaked into the cool autumn night, the cloud on the edge of Momena's lips The comfortable arc is gradually expanding in the evening wind and candlelight, until the brown pupils are dyed with a strong light, quietly eye-catching.

Without saying a word, with a light wrist strap, the defenseless Khaleesi was pulled into her arms.

Caught off guard, she fell down on Lemomena's lap, Kalixi raised her eyes in surprise, her flustered blue eyes collided with her smiling brown eyes, and she was stunned.

"You see, I can't live with you, you live with me, the same." Her smile, like the charming aura lurking in the moonlit night, can always penetrate into the bottom of my heart easily, without leaving the slightest trace of occupation the whole soul.

"You..." Surprised, more helpless. "You lured me here on purpose?"

Raising eyebrows, shining eyes, and a complacent smile.

"Lemomenna!" Khaleesi hesitated whether to give her a slap in the face to clear her overly arrogant brain.

Holding her in his arms, ignoring the bright sullen expression on the beautiful face holding the golden candle, she opened her mouth lazily. "It seems that the etiquette of the Syrian royal palace is too strict, and it actually taught you such a rigid little princess. Kalixi, do you care about other people's eyes so much?"

"I don't care what they think of me, I care what they think of you!"

"If I become the regent of Hittite, it means that I will lose the joy of being with you, and I would rather take you away. To hell with the regent, to hell with the peace talks." When she said these words, the brown color The harsh wind of the gargling stream sneaked into the bottom of the eyes, blowing away the sparkling light projected by the firelight, effortlessly.

"Have you been like this since you were a child?"

"What does it look like?"

"Arrogance, arrogance, stubbornness, arbitrariness--"

The unfinished words turned into breaths entangled on the lips, heavy panting, sweet oppression, with an irresistible strength.

For a moment, when Lemomena's lips parted slightly, and her foreheads were pressed against each other in an intimate way, her voice with a slightly chaotic breath rang out softly. "It's been like this since I was a child."

"It's hopeless." He raised his hand, put his arms around her neck, gently rubbed the brown curly hair with his fingers, and raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes in a unique style. "But, I like it."

Laughing softly, their foreheads were pressed against each other, lightly rubbing and slowly igniting each other's fiery body temperature, and polishing the flames hovering in the brown eyes, the rich color is as intense as weaving.

"What's this?" Kalisi asked softly, looking sideways, and glanced at the parchment on the table.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he sighed. "After noon today, a letter from Hetuba himself."

"Hetuba? That Hittite general?" He raised his hand to pick up the letter, read it quickly at a glance, his face changed slightly.

"Hmm." The subtle changes on Kalixi's face fell into her brown eyes. Lemomena took out the parchment from her hand, threw it on the table casually, then took her hand and followed her The slender knuckles are kneaded and played

"This is..." Khaleesi frowned slightly, ignoring the messy hands between her sensitive fingers.

"That headache-inducing Ramoneses, I was really hurt by him this time." Sigh, very lightly, with a hint of anger or complaint that I can't tell.

Laughing, the intimidating mind of a dark night orchid blooming. "His Majesty the Pharaoh must have guessed that you would not come forward to negotiate peace on behalf of the Hittites, so he forced the Hittite coalition forces to jointly elect you as the Hittite regent, otherwise Egypt will fight to the end with the Hittite coalition forces. But, there is one thing, I really can't figure it out?"

"It's easy to figure out." She said a few words, which made Khaleesi slightly startled.

"Do you know which thing I'm referring to?" Some doubts, asked.

Raising his eyebrows, he started to untie the linen cloth wrapped around his left hand. His voice sounded unhurriedly, and he could vaguely hear a little helplessness. "Needless to say, in the entire peace negotiation incident, this is the only one that makes people most puzzled. With your clever little head, you must be puzzled by it."

"Then do you have the answer?" The linen cloth disappeared in circles, revealing streaks of cyan cold light. After taking the linen strips from Lemomenna's hand, Khaleesi put them on the table.

"I almost figured it out. Think about whose camp is the closest to our camp?" Losing the shackles of the linen, she clasped her left hand around Kalixi's neck, wandering back and forth along the beautiful arc , her hard fingertips are infinitely greedy for the clarity and warmth brought by this fair skin, just like her eyes are greedy for Kalixi's smile, and they can't move away for a moment.

Slightly startled, a ray of light suddenly flashed across his blue eyes, and he said lightly: "Sharma's Egyptian army! You mean that Sharma got the order of His Majesty the Pharaoh and secretly sent a letter to Aziz, asking him to propose internally that you As the regent, you represent the Hittites to come forward to negotiate peace; while outside, the Hetite coalition forces will elect you to force you to become the Hittite regent, and even if you don’t want to, you have to accept this arrangement.”

If not, why would Aziz and the He-Syrian coalition force make the exact same proposal at this critical juncture "extremely coincidental"...at the right time, with a reasonable identity...

A status more acceptable to Lemomenna than "King of the Hittites", in fact, is basically equivalent to the supreme kingship.

In a country, there is no monarch and no royal heirs. Looking at the entire Hittite dynasty, except for the regent, there are only gods overlooking the Anatolian plateau.

"Ramonsis..." whispered, the brown light sank leisurely.

"His Majesty the Pharaoh is indeed a king with far-reaching thoughts and strategies." Admired and admired, Kalixi was grateful for Ramoneses' painstaking efforts.

"Sooner or later, I'll make him pay off this debt." Laughing, the flickering lights of the brows were dotted with the ruthlessness of playfulness.

Shaking the arm around Lemomena's shoulder, pretending to be sullen and coquettish, blue waves rolled in his eyes, light and enchanting, making Night Breeze confused. "Then when will you pay back the debt you owe me?"

The warm breath approaching quietly, accompanied by the gradually dimming light in Lemomena's eyes, brushed against Khaleesi's blushing cheeks, blowing a few strands of black hair and raising them restlessly, her voice penetrated The eardrum, like a spell of a demon, unlocks the body's desire for happiness.

"...Now...pay it back."